Walls would be decorated with framed stylistic punctuation marks and comics about grammar. (Just one example of my many favorite grammar/typography comics. This one by webcomic artist Danielle Corsetto, who I actually met at a convention last year and who was incredibly nice despite my sudden case of star-shocked awkwardness.)

Also, if I had an island mansion, I'd get to go swimming in the ocean pretty often, and maybe learn to operate a ship. And then I'd buy a ship, and it would be called Puff the Magic Dragon

Picture by Callie Leuck. Saw this ship in Michigan. Still love it. Still don't know enough (*ahem*anything) about ships to know what it is or even if it is a sea ship or just a big-lake ship. Or if there's a difference at all.

In this fantasy, I am also a marathon runner who looks like a supermodel, eats seaweed smoothies, raises chickens to be more environmentally friendly and have better-tasting fresh eggs, is a world-renowned photographer, built a better mouse-friendly mousetrap, and cured cancer. Also, this is all happening on Mars, because we're the first Mars colonists.

My imagination gets away from me a bit on occasion. But I wouldn't say no to an island mansion with plenty of room for friends and family. Or even just a small island with several smaller buildings: it doesn't have to be a mansion. I'm not picky.

Better get on becoming a multimillionaire best-selling author.

Now You!

What would you do if you became a runaway success and suddenly possessed several million dollars? (For the sake of keeping the discussion on dreams, let's assume you set up a retirement account, paid off all debts, and helped out any friends or causes you care about and still have several million left over.)